emikomay

It will be all right. Slow inch by inch America is giving itself to the ocean. Go to sleep. Let darkness lap at your sides. Give darkness an inch. You aren't alone. All of the continents used to be one body. You aren't alone. Go to sleep.

- “The Sciences Sing a Lullaby” - Albert Goldbarth

Your baby grows a tooth, then two,
and four, and five, then she wants some meat
directly from the bone. It's all

over: she'll learn some words, she'll fall
in love with cretins, dolts, a sweet
talker on his way to jail. And you,

your wife, get old, flyblown, and rue
nothing. You did, you loved, your feet
are sore. It's dusk. Your daughter's tall.

- Thomas

Love you so much and you so rude, Māmā says to Dòu Dòu as they argue in the next room. * Sometimes I wonder what Little Moon can know of love if Māmā has only ever loved her in English.

-Xialoe Zhan, Think an Empty Room, Moonly with Phone Glow